Heart skips a beat,
all by itself,
realizes the wait is almost over,
soon it will meet its match.
It doesn’t know though whether the match awaits,
it just hopes.
I fight it,
mind tells a story of its own,
says love doesn’t live up that alley.
Mind says, the alley the heart longs for
is not the one for the mind to settle,
but the heart longs.